Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Archie Shepp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.